Exploring My Swedish (In)Side

Farmers, serfs, peasants, torps, the sons and the dottirs, setting out from Korsberga, Jönköpings län, Småland, boarding boats in Gothenburg, passing through ports like New York, and then to Knox, preceded in the two previous decades by fifteen thousand cousins (starving more deeply or perhaps more Viking-like). Magnus, Eva, Christina, …

Viewpoint (Narrative Voice)

You’ve shifted to a new point of view here. Are you writing in third person limited? I wrote, and then wondered what in the heck I meant. What was wrong with shifting point of view, anyway? My reader’s ear said it was wrong, but if she was writing in that narrative …

Poetical Tarot

I’ve been reading Tarot cards for a long time. We’ll leave it at that–a long time. I’ve wanted to create my own deck for a few years (doesn’t everyone want to), but I never found the right way until I realized that I could write poetry honoring each of the …

The Ice Queen Cometh

What was it like to be a sexy girl in the olden days, Auntie Dreamer? Let me tell you, Sweet Pea, it weren’t no bed of roses! A young woman contacted me through LinkedIn, and when I followed her internet trail to answer the question, ‘Why did she contact ME?’ I discovered that …

Gullibility

Doubt is a strainer through which we pour experience. What’s credible runs through the mesh; what’s not, stays to be examined and either labeled not true, or kept as an exception: incredible, but still true. Sometimes, though, an incredible experience makes the mesh bigger, allowing more to pass through the …